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Prince 2013 - The Bucket List Let's write a story, I'll start.
It was a new year. Prince didn't make any resolutions, except to carry on with his goals. To that end reviewed his bucket list.
Own all his masters- still vexed him. Get an all girl band - CHECKED Let hair go natural - DID IT
Prince continued to read thru when one item caught his attention. It was... No More Haters on the Internet. | |
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a black cat that had crossed the exact same spot just a minute before.
hmmm, 'deja vu' prince said.
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He was smiling to himself when he said it, the purple elf. Kinda cheeky mischief gettin good to him.
He remembered the cat and the cat remembered Lovesexy. He was off down Memory lane, just off Deja Avenue... She was wetter than an otters pocket.
"We on the same page" he sang, "Different book." Little cat knew nothin about it but her name was Spook. Now she wasn't a cat, outside a door and she hadn't been there since a quarter to four but she was sitting up and paying attention to the sucka. Same page, different book. Spooky was all that she crawled for.
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then someone rushed in the door and screamed "someone who looks a bit like you is on youtube"... he was cranky now... hella cranky... "fix it" he said in a calm but menacing voice.... and all the world knew... it would be fixed
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Was never what it seemed, not always what he'd dreamed but it didn't matter. The P just might have found a ladder and could make the people gladder. Who knew? Boo boo be choo.
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Prince knew just what to do. He would face the task bravely not like Scooby Doo, because he can get away it with or without of those mending kids. He chose the hardest target to hit ....Help Katt Williams straighten out his....the phone rang. [Edited 1/8/13 13:51pm] No More Haters on the Internet. | |
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It was Katt!
Prince-I was just thinking about you Katt, where you at? Katt- Home, can you come over and help me get stuff of the top shelf and stuff? Prince- I'll be you ladder to reach a higher life my friend. Katt - Well bring a bag of that stuff with ya. Prince- That Is Not What I Mean! Too late Katt hung up. Prince grab a few things he might need to get thru to Katt and drove to katt's, humming the theme to Batman all the way. When he arrived... No More Haters on the Internet. | |
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Prince said: I know the stain of the hollywood game So to save your soul, you got to change You got the bass ring and life ain't the same Close your eyes and put yourself in my hands Go with this, even if it seems strange
Katt did. Prince instructed him to sit up straight while he annoited his head. Katt mind drifted to a peaceful realm where you could see the sun day and night, but it wasn't Iceland. It had lemon creme pies, horses that were just the right size for he and Prince, and best of all lots of beautiful biotches, and weed. Maybe it is Iceland?
Prince said: To let you mind restart and grow I gave you back your afro!
Katt stared at the image in the mirror. Katt hadn't seen his natural nap since the 70's. Earth,Wind and Fire started playing in his mind. Something deep inside when far far away and he was frozen in place.
Katt? Prince asked. He got no response. Prince waved his hand in front of Katt's face and he didn't even blink.
'Well, I'll leave U to take it all in', Prince bending close to Katt's ear, "YOU'RE WELCOMED!!"
Prince crossed Katt off his list. Next... [Edited 1/11/13 13:53pm] No More Haters on the Internet. | |
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Thing he knew he was flat on his back with his legs in the air. He was shaking em like he just didn't care.
He'd been listening to bootlegs 4 dayz and was feeling a guilty purple pleasure he couldn't measure but would treasure at his leisure. "Somebody take my picture" he squealed, chuckling, and in a purple second the deed was done. Prince was tickled pink. Well, more of a purpley kind of pink but ya know...
"Let's post it online, even though the internet's dead" came a voice from deep in the purple depths of the pixies' purpleness.
Somebody had a better idea. 'Somebody' lay alongside the purple wonder. "Zip these suckas P, take MY picture, take MY soul. You can start with my soles if ya like".
The voice was soft and gentle, all but mental, subtle yet fearsome and not a bit queersome, all at the same time. Had a lil chili sauce on it too. Prince drank in the beautiful scene unfolding before him and held in a fart for safekeeping. It was for the best.
Reaching up he started with the zip on the sexiest red boots you ever laid three eyes on. The sound of the zipper turned everybody on, especially P. Just the sound of the zipper, never mind the visuals.
As they took pictures, Prince starting singing.
"I wanna do ya baby, like ya never been done before.
'Somebody' was taken aback. She looked well up for it though. "Blimey" she said. "You're badder than a wicked witch and no messin."
All kinda people started posting and confessing... There were at least three...
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All kinda people started posting and confessing... There were at least three... Would be rappers and some has beens in the crowd. Prince walked up to and said, " Show me what you've got"
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She knew she'd contracted the bug.
Type 'A' Funkyfeetalepsy. No doubt about it.
Prince had suffered with the Superfunky version for years. Being highly contagious, old Three-eyes had been all too easily infected, but in a good way. "Do you suppose it was these red boots" she whispered to herself. Who knew? Should she have cooked some green pancakes? Maybe.
Her legs began to itch. Thick red fur began sprouting from every funky follicle. "Prince" she sounded worried. "Prince"...
"Every time", he started, "We out on a date, I wanna love ya, ya make me wait. Now I aint tryin a brag baby, but if I ever get ya in the bed, I'll do the barefoot mash n pop three eyes out ya head. Look out now."
She was getting hairy. She was nice, warm and cosy too though.
The purple wizard got straight on the blower. "Yeah, Imma have a part-ay, see... Imma gon need a small venue, try out ma funky feet on ya and try it on ourselves"... Let the people know, that the album, is on sale... "I'm sorry sir" came the reply. "We only have a one room jungle monkey cage available."
"Poifect" Said the purple pleaser and it was booked.
Prince put down his neon telephone and slipped out a whispery fart. All on the crafty so nobody noticed. Time to pull the band together.
First, there was...
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John Blackwell, started to work out. Prince was pleased and joined in with the cow bell when...
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Prince really REALLY had to pee. Pee and deal with his 24 hour wood surprise, that occurs often when he's jamming. Prince considered his options as he stripped off his pants and hedecided on his favorite method....
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